Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
For two years, he played the long game.
He slowly insinuated himself into her life, and the moment that she needed him, he swooped in like the knight in shining armor that he only pretended to be but most assuredly wasn’t.
He’s no real knight.
In fact, he’s the villain in everyone’s story but his own.
He lives life the way he wants to live it, and damn anyone and anything that gets in his way.
He may appear like an upstanding anesthesiologist at work, but the moment he gets out of those scrubs and into his jeans, biker boots, and leather cut with the Truth Tellers emblem at his back, he morphs into his alter ego.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ain’t got nothin’ on him.
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One
In my next life, I’m coming back with money and good looks instead of all this sparkling personality bullshit.
—Aella’s secret thoughts
AELLA
“Hey, darling.”
I gritted my teeth, smiled, and turned to the doctor that spoke to me like I was a cute painting on a wall instead of a full blood person.
“Hello, Dr. Marsh.” I tried to smile, but I was afraid it’d come out more like a grimace.
“Are you leaving?” he asked, looking hopeful.
I grimaced. “Actually, I’m headed to the bus stop right now.”
When I said I was taking the bus, he was sad, because the bus stop was right on the edge of the parking lot right outside the ER’s main entrance.
“Bummer.” His eyes lit, hopeful. “Would you like a ride?”
“Oh, no thank you. I’m the first stop, and I have to head to the grocery store and visit with my sister anyway.”
Dr. Marsh looked heartbroken at my lie, but I didn’t want him to know that I drove home. My luck he’d follow me.
I didn’t know what it would take to make this man get a clue.
I mean, seriously.
He’d asked and asked, and I’d turned him down every single time. And this had been going on for over a freakin’ year.
Was I going to have to be more blunt? Tell him I wanted nothing to do with him?
I felt like that was a little bit too harsh.
I mean, he hadn’t actually asked me out yet. Though I knew he was trying to work up the courage.
“Have a good one.” I smiled, though it didn’t reach my eyes.
Dr. Marsh waved, and I hurried away, hoping that I wouldn’t be stopped again.
Luckily, I wasn’t and made it to my car that was well over six blocks away in about eight minutes.
My thighs chafed at all the walking I had to do in the most uncomfortable pair of scrubs that I owned.
These were my backups, the ones that I only wore when I had to.
And since I hadn’t been able to get to the laundry for a few days, it was a ‘had to’ moment.
The inner thighs of these scrubs were downright translucent and offered no real coverage. Any second, they’d give way just like all my pants did, and I’d have holes from them giving out.
My thighs were just that mighty…
Spying my car in the distance, I lengthened my stride and breathed a sigh of relief when I could fit the key into the lock.
As I got into my car, my mind was on what I had to do tonight.
First things first was to get my rent paid. I had exactly an hour and a half to get home, get my money, and then get it to the leasing office before they closed for the day.
This was, according to Maureen, the last day that I could be late and still live at the apartment complex.
Which was quite laughable because the apartment complex that she managed was a rundown joke of a building that people moved out of all the time.
In fact, there were eighteen units out of forty-eight that were empty right now because of the living conditions.
Gritting my teeth, I put my foot down into the clutch and cranked it.
Or tried to.
Nothing happened.
I sighed, put the car in neutral, then got out.
Once I had the car rolling a little bit, I got back in and allowed the car to roll down the hill of the street. In the process, I lost one of my shoes in my haste to get inside.
Once I had enough momentum, I popped the clutch, and the car grumbled to life.
That process was exactly why I parked exactly where I did so far away from the hospital.
Because when you were on a hill, and you had a manual car, you could pop the clutch if the battery was dead.
And since I needed to replace my battery, and it was often dead, I did this a lot.
I didn’t usually do it in front of a sexy biker, though, that watched me the entire time.
Not that I was aware of being watched.
Had I known, I might’ve left my shoe behind and just taken off.
Instead, I pulled the emergency brake up, got out, and headed for my shoe that was about fifteen feet in front of me.
In a man’s hand.
A man on a Harley, wearing a helmet, in hospital scrubs.
He flipped up the visor, and I could tell he was grinning as he held out my shoe to me.
I gave him a forced smile and said, “Thanks.”
His brown eyes sparkled as he said, “No problem, doll face.”
I tilted my head, and then I realized who, exactly, had witnessed my embarrassment.
Dr. Clayborne.
The anesthesiologist.
Son.
Of.
A.
Bitch.
If there was one man in the world that I didn’t want witnessing my embarrassment, it would be him.
Dr. Clayborne, also known as Chevy to his friends, but not me, was a knock-out.